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Jim Mulcey

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JD Mulcey writes about life in ages long since passed (manufactured in his head) where heroes rise and fall (he tortures them) amid worlds drenched in magic (he spends more time there than here) and teetering on the brink of annihilation (he wrote a novel about the year that nothing interesting happened, but his computer instantly went into a sleep state whenever he tried to edit it, and thus it was never compl...).

He lives in the thin air of Colorado with his wife and family.

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Lyssa’s Story, Part 12

Summary: Lyssa is rebuilding the village of Dahl Haven. Strangers took several women prison and are demanding supplies.

Lyssa looked back at the gaggle of villagers behind her. Bearing staves, hoes, pitchforks, and a few bows, they were no match for a determined band of brigands. They reached the farmhouse just before sunset.

“They’re ready for us,” Tarken said, pointing to the men spilling fro